Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.